On Your Way Down the Blogosphere Rabbit Hole, VisitThe Scuttlefish
Each morning before I go to work in a landlocked cubicle, I open my laptop and read about the ocean. One article about marine plastic leads me to a blog about depressing dietary habits of the Albatross, which leads me to a critique of ocean plastic removal technology, which somehow leads me to an article about how I too can harvest Tilapia from my own backyard.
Soon, I have over a hundred tabs open and it’s not even 8 am yet. I am hopelessly lost down the digi-rabbit hole and should start thinking about flossing or some other grooming ritual to rudely yank me out of my virtual maritime voyage.
This morning, from the depths of that gloriously deep armchair abyss, emerged a site called www.thescuttlefish.com. How delightful. First, it’s called The Scuttlefish. Secondly, The Scuttlefish posted these fantastic illustrations of sharks dated back to the 18th and 19th centuries. (Credit made to Owen James Burke).
Scuttlefish is no longer updated but still visit-worthy. It was a partner site of The Atlantic Magazine (appropriately). Description:
Scuttlefish is “designed to evoke the kind of vibe you’d feel after a nice long day at the beach. Or a difficult night at sea. It’s not about animals, or sports or eco, or science, or travel or food or culture, but all of those things and perhaps a bit of lore. Because besides our own human drama, there’s no deeper well of stories and no more mysterious and rich a frontier than the ocean.”
Scuttlefish features a journal by former fellow desk jockey, Daniel Down who finally decided to “swap life in an office for life under the sea.” Read the entry; it’s harrowing stuff.
Proud o’ you, Mr. Down, whomever you are! In some parallel universe, I know that I get to be you . . .
I really love saying “Scuttlefish.” It’s almost as gratifying as watching Cuttlefish True Stories. Wait. Wasn’t I going to floss?